But there was more, perhaps, to be got out of this dark-visaged Italian detective, who had already proved so useful an ally.
“One or two words more,” said the Judge to Ripaldi. “During the journey, now, did you have any conversation with this Quadling?”
“None. He kept very much to himself.”
“You saw him, I suppose, at the restaurants?”
“Yes, at Modane and Laroche.”
“But did not speak to him?”
“Not a word.”
“Had he any suspicion, do you think, as to who you were?”
“Why should he? He did not know me. I had taken pains he should never see me.”
“Did he speak to any other passenger?”